Years ago, I was fishing from a small (12 foot) boat about a half mile off of Salt Point, CA when a grey whale surfaced and came straight at us broadside. It dove about 6 feet away from the side of the boat, and we never even felt anything on our fishing lines that were down about 100 feet

/I thought we were gonna do a Moby Dick thing//scared the crap out of me

When I was 7, we went to this huge zoo. It had a whale in it that I wanted to see. What I didn't know was that the slanted ramp going down to the viewing area also had windows.I turned to yell at my dad to hurry and ended up face to "face" with the biggest friggin' eye I had ever seen.It scared me so much I rarely go in deep water where there might be whales.The whale in the video wouldn't come back because afterward the water would be too warm and smell of urine.Not to mention the one old guy in the boat screaming like a 13 year old at a One Direction concert.

Dear Jerk:That's like standing up and hitting your head on something. I bet that whale kneeled down on the bottom of the ocean and held his head and said 'Oh, whale. What the heck was that?'

Now that's funny.

Reminds me of the old Carlin routine where he talks about how cool cats think they are but when runs into a plate glass sliding door, he goes behind the couch, out of sight, and sits there rubbing his head lamenting, "Farking meow... farking meow."

35 years ago I was sailing off Laguna Beach, CA in a Hobie Cat with New Zealand Rob when a 50-foot gray whale went under us. He was moving about 10 knots and we were also moving at about that speed. He went about 6 feet under our keel and then surfaced about 50 feet past us and then blew water up. We looked at each other and laughed out of sheer exhilarating terror. That moment is burned into the neurons.